12/23/2025
Life is filled with deceivers....
I kept your secrets folded
like letters in a drawer—
soft‑edged, familiar, safe.
But trust is fragile paper,
and you set a match to it
with a single careless word.
The smoke rose slowly first,
a warning I tried to ignore,
until the flames spelled truth
in a language I never wanted to learn.
Now I gather the ashes—
not to mourn what burned,
but to remember the warmth
was never worth the fire.